5 March 2013

I sit inside the graveyard, Ankles crossed by flowers, Letters littered at my feet, I've sat this way for hours.

Words will come aplenty, However, none seem right, I sit and stare at marked, grey stone, Ignore the fading light.

You said you'd never leave me, I knew it wouldn't last, And I look back with fondness, Upon our happy past.

Your smiles were more than my own, Your laughter was a song, And I could listen to your rasp, Your speaking all day long.

When you left it crushed me, But sitting here, I smile, This cemetery has its love, And you're worth the extra mile.

HeatherAnneMissing You. • Opuss № I